One of the idiosyncrasies of being me is I have been set up in the same house for 20 years this month, married to the same woman for 30 years this year, and have been doing the same job/industry for 25 years this year.

And so having a pair of underwear in my drawer with advanced age and loss of function is not out of the question.

Yesterday I casually picked out a pair of boxers put them on and the elastic felt like it may be giving out. I was in a hurry and finished dressing and went on to work.

What I discovered by 9 AM is the elastic had dry rotted and was rendered useless. By 10 AM I had underwear hanging around my knees and an important meeting pending at 11 AM. By 11 AM I was technically commando with my knees tied together.

I could barely walk but I have my standards and I felt it was wrong to toss the underwear at work.

Finally I tossed the underwear at 1PM. It felt wrong being momentarily naked so to speak in my office yet I was liberated.